From gloomy streets of Hamilton
To blue Pacific shores...

The Sandman Inn looks at me,
Across the parking lot...

A sweet hand on my shoulder,
While sitting at the computer...

Lost
A well worn path toward destruction...

She
She stays up late to listen...

I had a wonderful non memory just yesterday.
I didn't remember the smell of your hair...

Heaven truly sent you.
Angels call your name...

Organza
Does anyone know what organza is...

Left early,
Only 4am...

You keep yourself so busy
On your natal day...

An empty room is loud with your absence.
Shadows remind of how colourful you are...

She stood at the edge,
Pondering the deep uncertain darkness...